Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 920 17. You don't have to fight anymore

   Wigfors Blade Wind is very refreshing.

   It was notorious for slaughtering countless vrykul brethren in its lifetime, and was the most ruthless and fearsome vrykul pirate king of its time.

Of course it is impossible for such an evil spirit to spy on the glory of Valhalla.

  After it died in the catastrophe of a polar storm that swept the sea, its drowning cursed soul deservedly came to the "good place" of hell.

   For other vrykul, falling into **** means a terrible ending, but for a guy like Wigfors Bladewind, **** is really its best destination.

  In a **** of a group of the most degrading bastards, this ruthless butcher relied on his own cold-blooded cruelty, cunning and vicious nature to quickly stand out from Hela's cannon fodder.

   It quickly won the appreciation of Hela.

   And after a rare successful sneak attack and massacre against the vrykul clan under the protection of Odin, with the heads of hundreds of vrykul warriors as tribute, he finally got two holy blades from Hela.

  The Valarjar War Sword, this pair of supreme blades specially prepared by Odin's heroic blacksmiths for the bravest heroic spirits, was of course not obtained by Hela through bright means.

   On the eve of the evil queen and the traitors of the Titan creations teaming up to seal Odin in the Sky Fortress, the cunning Hela stole many important things from Odin's treasury.

  For example, the shield of Odin, the guardian of Shivara, once owned by Black.

Hela's eyes are very picky. She only brings those sacred objects that will greatly strengthen the power of Odin's command. However, this pair of swords was not stolen by Hela, but the heroic spirit holding it. In order to save Odin, he killed alone. Lost items after going to hell.

   It can only be said that the Queen picked up a bargain out of thin air.

   She not only stole the holy blade, but also injected her corruption and depravity into it, not only to humiliate Odin, but also for practical purposes.

   She aspires to create her own Helyra warriors just as Odin forged the Legion of Heroes.

  Unfortunately, it is too difficult to choose a qualified soul in this hellish place. Hela can only be a short general, and finally chose Vigfors Blade Wind, a brutal soul, to take charge of the Blade of Wrath.

   Hela wasn't worried about Wigfors' loyalty or his inability to use this supreme weapon well.

  Because not everyone can use these two knives, Hela made it very clear when he gave the blade, Odin's power surged in the holy sword, eager to see war and destruction.

  If Wigforth cannot pour this destruction upon others, then he will suffer it himself.

  Under such pressure, Wigfors did not let Hela down after getting the double-edged sword. It has already plundered many powerful souls for Hell to prove that he is worthy of these two swords.

   It clearly confuses the concepts of "strength" and "brutality".

   But it doesn’t matter, in the cultural tradition of Hell, these two words have always meant the same thing. And now, Wigfors Bladewind is about to harvest a brave soul for Queen Hela.

   It looked at the supreme shield girl Heya who was knocked to the ground by it in front of her eyes. It sneered cruelly and strode forward with the Valarjar sword in her hand. It wanted to harvest this soul who was qualified enough to step into the Hall of Valor.

   This will make it receive Hela's supreme praise, and the Nine Valkyries under His Majesty's allegiance will soon become "Ten Valkyries".

Hahaha.

   A complacent emotion surged in the cruel Hylagar's heart, causing it to speak vulgar words:

   "Women! Weak."

   Looking at the Supreme Shield Girl who fell to the ground and was struggling to get up in front of her, looking at her unyielding expression and the blood stained on her face, Vigfors Daofeng's cold heart was filled with the ecstasy of the perpetrator.

   It likes to see such an expression on the face of the enemy, which is a compliment to the slaughter.

   And the humiliation in his heart that he was almost beaten by the stinky pirate was also dissipated in front of such a strange enjoyment.

  嘁, I am still so strong, and the two blades in my hands are unparalleled! The last time it just accidentally missed, and after it has enjoyed this sad and powerful soul, it will go to find that smelly pirate again.

   A mere junior, how dare you be so arrogant in front of your senior?

   He really needs to be taught a good lesson.

   "he, tui!"

  Heya, who was knocked down by the two blades of anger, showed his attitude with practical actions, and this counterattack was somewhat rude.

   But there is no way, the vrykul people are such men.

   They are really not good at humiliating others with words, their swear words are so poor that it makes Black feel sad and greenskins cry.

   The Supreme Shield Girl's eyes were also full of shame and disdain.

   She knew very well that she did not lose to this shameful butcher, but to the two swords in his hands, which possessed two different divine powers.

  Scorching from the Lord of War, giving the bearer endless brute force and furious frenzy.

  The gloomy one comes from the Queen of Hell, nullifying the protection of all enemies, and then inflicting the Vulnerable Curse on them.

If a real warrior held them, the Supreme Shield Maiden might not last even a round, but she, who had been fighting for a long time and was a little tired, still fought back and forth with Vigfors Bladewind several times. minute.

   This is enough to prove that this coward who thinks he is powerful is just relying on the power of the holy sword to fight.

  Heya is not afraid of death.

   Every Valkyrie candidate is not afraid of death, she is only afraid that death will not be honorable enough. To die at the hands of such a man is an extreme humiliation of the word glory.

   But Wigfors ignored the contempt in Heya's eyes.

   The hatred and humiliation in those big gray eyes made it even more excited. If it was still alive, it would definitely have to humiliate the female warrior in front of him first.

  Unfortunately it no longer has that function.

   But it doesn't matter, the more it is like this, the more it enjoys it, and it likes this feeling that you can't beat me, and there's nothing you can do.

   "Die, I'll send you to a 'good place'."

  The brutal Hylagar sneered and waved his two knives, and slashed Heya fiercely in front of him. He had already seen the scene of his head flying up and blood splattering.

   The head of this beautiful and punchable vrykul woman is sure to be its greatest collection.

   The two blades that slashed down in anger lit up with two different lights, and Heya opened her eyes angrily. Even if she died, she would always remember this bastard's face, and after her death, she would also.

"boom"

A bleak Tauren halberd swept over and accurately blocked Vigfors Daofeng's double knives. The tall Narmus roared, holding the eagle's claws in his hand, Block the flaming swords with the tenacity of an ancient halberd.

   The soul's eyes were red, and he roared as if he were alive.

  The divine power passed down by the Gaoling clan for generations pushed the brutal Hylagar warrior back several steps, and was knocked back a few steps by the fierce slaughtering slash of Gaoling's halberd.

  Huon Gaoling's combat skills used to slaughter the fear lords were used, which is similar to the fighting style of orc hunters, but more suitable for the powerful tauren.

  Narmus spun the halberd and calmly watched the angry Wigfors charge at him. When he was about to collide, the huge body of the tauren hunter made a delicate backward jump, which made the Hela warrior flutter in the air.

   jumped back for a moment and then charged forward, the halberd in his hand was like an eagle swooping, and he struck three mongoose slams swiftly, poking three holes in the Hela warrior.

   The last move spreads its wings like an eagle.

   A powerful raptor strike almost sent the sword of Odin's Wrath flying away from Wigforth's hand.

such a pity.

  The eagle's claws have lost Loa's divine power, otherwise the three punctures just now would be enough to tear apart this weak soul in an instant.

   "Tauren, you are too far from home."

   The embarrassed Hela warrior who was beaten was shocked, and thought that another difficult enemy had come, but after seeing the opponent in front of him, it let out a wolf-like laugh.

   It licked its lips and said:

   "After knocking you down, I will tie you up with chains and tie you to your majesty's shrine, so that you will be tortured by the wash of the underworld every day until you cry and beg for death.

   But I will cruelly reject you!

  I will kill the highest mountain, because of your disrespect and self-control, I will kill a hundred tauren like you among your people.

  I want you to watch them wailing and melting."

   "Of course you can go to Highmountain."

   Narmus, burning his soul, said:

   "I'm just the weakest of my clan, I'm their disgrace, and I really want to send you to Highmountain, to show you how brutal the Highmountain clan treats the wicked.

   You, a **** who relies on weapons to be vicious, can't survive even a night in our snow-capped mountains.

   Do you only bully women? "

   Gao Ling unleashed an ancestral taunt:

   "Why don't you dare to compete with a man like you?"

   "Joke."

   Wigfors laughed and raised his sword again, saying:

   "How long can your soul burn? Today is really amazing, a woman who died, a man who learned to be a hero. It's a pity that you were plagued by setbacks before you died, and you are doomed to nothing after death!

   I don't need to beat you at all.

   I just need to watch you burn out the last of your strength and turn into a weak landlubber. "

"boom"

   responded with a sharper and faster spear piercing.

  Narmus gave up the provocation, the Hela warrior in front of him said it well, his time to burn himself is limited, and he must defeat it before he becomes weak.

   The dull eagle's claw echoes the will of Narmus, the last guardian of the eagle's claw, and it seems to be shining again, but the Highmountain cattle don't care anymore.

   He just wants to finish his last battle in this world before he completely perishes.

   The spear and the sword are colliding.

  The fierce battle made the surrounding Hylagar dare not go forward at all. Narmus' hunting tactics were extremely fierce, and the advantage of the long weapon such as the spear made him not afraid of group attacks at all.

   As long as someone dares to provoke them, a wild slaughter with a whirling blow is enough to turn those soldiers into a fog.

   Wigfors also felt the pressure.

   This is a completely different pressure from the battle with Heya just now. It can defeat Heya's weapon with the might of the sword, but it can't shatter the crazy tauren's weapon in front of her.

   Although the dull spear was gray, it was obviously a supreme divine weapon no weaker than the Holy Blade of Wrath.

  's inability to smash the weapon means that it falls into a similar dilemma as the battle with Black. It must rely on its own combat skills and real strength to complete the battle.

   But in the face of a madman who was already determined to die, and even burned his soul, Wigfors shrank shamefully.

   Of course, it has countless reasons to justify itself, but this does not change the fact that it has been defending and dare not attack, and the red-eyed mad cow in front of it has given it a kind of pressure.

   It only needs to make one mistake, and it will be seriously injured by the piercing of the increasingly fierce spear.

   It is not willing to take risks.

  Once he is seriously injured, he is likely to be unable to suppress the power of Odin in Valarjar's sword. That power hates all creatures in hell, and he desperately kills the tauren in front of him and can't bring himself any benefits.

  You just need to drag it down.

  This tauren doesn't have much time, its soul has become very thin, it is about to become weak, but then I have the opportunity to kill it.

   And Narmus didn't think about that at all.

   He just waved his weapon silently, kept attacking, kept hitting, turning his past shame and failure into burning power, and was about to complete his curtain call today.

  The eagle's talons are screaming.

   Not because it couldn't withstand the impact of the weapon, but because it sensed Narmus' weakness, and its talons defenders were leaving it again.

"no no!"

   The seriously injured Supreme Shield Girl staggered to her feet, staring at the battle in front of her in real time.

   "It's a shame I don't need a man to save me."

   She grabbed her broken spear and limped to the battlefield in front of her. She wanted to help Narmus defeat the defense of Vigfors Bladewind and win Narmus a chance to defeat the enemy with one blow.

   is near, near.

"go to hell!"

  Heya roared and burst into anger, and threw the broken spear in his hand like a flying axe, and the whistling broken spear forced Wigfors to block with his sword.

   At the same time, a high-speed piercing halberd came out of the nest like a poisonous snake and pierced the heart of the Hela warrior with a puff.

  Narmus charged forward, tearing apart Vigforth's soul, and the pained tyrant was also red-eyed, recklessly stabbing the sword in his hand at the mad cow.

   "Poof"

   The sword passed through his chest, and Narmus felt his soul being torn apart.

  It hurts!

It hurts.

   It was like the pain of my heart being torn open by Dakar's claws.

   But so what?

  I am already dead, can I die again?

"die!"

  The High Ridge Bull roared and turned the spear, dispersing one-third of Wigforth's misty body, and only needed another shot. Unfortunately, my time has come.

  The power is dissipating.

  The soul is not enough to burn.

  Narmus' eyes dimmed.

finally.

  Finally it didn't work.

   "Wow"

  The rotating holy blade of light whistled and flew over, like a blow from a shadow, piercing into Vigfors's back heart from behind, and the burst of scorching light interrupted the final counterattack of the Hela warriors in the wailing.

   And Blake's exhausted voice also rang in Narmus' ears.

He says:

   "Complete your hunt. Count what I owe you, I'll pay it off."

"Thanks."

  Narmus laughed and swung the eagle's talons, wielding his halberd like his ancestor Huon Highmountain at the moment when Vigforth Bladewind was about to be burnt to ashes.

  The icy light of the knife disappeared in a flash.

  Hela's warrior's head, which still had fear and pain, flew out in a whirl and fell under Heya's feet. He was stepped on by the Supreme Shield Girl and became a mist.

"boom"

  The eagle's claws were propped up on the muddy ground, and Narmus leaned on the war spear and looked weakly at Blake, who was also embarrassed.

   This Gaolin Niu showed a smile, and he asked:

   "Do you think I'm awesome?"

"dont see."

  The pirate leaned on the dimmed Ashbringer angrily. He glanced at the two holy blades under his feet and said:

   "But it's really awesome. Huon Gao Ling had to call him an expert when he saw that raptor blow just now."

   (end of this chapter)